“ … nothing more often disappoints the ear than a sentence solemnly and sonorously prepared, and hastily and weakly finished.” -- Robert Louis Stevenson in The Art of Writing.I finished a short short on Wednesday and submitted it to Staccato Fiction. It’d been six weeks since I wrote the first draft. In my early revisions, I'd concentrated on plot and characters. I spent the last day looking carefully at each paragraph, sentence, and word. I read the story out loud to hear and feel the rhythm. This story had me baffled.
I changed words and added or deleted phrases to adjust the cadence. I put the story down and let it marinate for an hour before reading it out loud again. Still, one sentence, didn’t feel right.
Finally, I decided I’d created as good a story as was in me. I prepared the text for submission according to the publication’s guidelines and sent it off. I should hear back by September as to whether it will be accepted or not. If it isn’t, I may know why. Ah, the agony and ecstasy of being a writer.